bizarro. (alittlebizarre) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-13 18:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | billie jenkins, bizarro, clark kent, gabriel gray, kristopher ravena, sarah vida, spike, veronica mars |
Who: Bizarro, Spike, and [open to Hyperion residents]
What: Spike makes an attempt to get into the Hyperion, but his attempt doesn't get very far thanks to Bizarro.
When: Evening.
Where: Just outside of the Hyperion.
Rating: TBD.
As promised, Bizarro had spent day and night lurking outside of the Hyperion without even making the slightest attempt to break into the hotel and harm anyone inside. He camped out in a building not too far from the hotel and spend every waking moment watching over the building in hopes of, at first, protecting just Chloe, and now everyone else that lived inside. He didn't know many of the people who belonged in there and he probably never would get the chance to interact with half of them, and yet he still spent every waking moment of his time watching over them. One might have dubbed him as their silent guardian angel, but Bizarro probably would have given them hell for it if they had in front of him. Arms folded across his broad chest, the Kryptonian experiment stood rigidly as his dark eyes scanned the street below him. It was a lot darker than it had been earlier, and he was glad for it. Bizarro was at his strongest point when he was hidden from the sun. He stood a far better chance at defeating any of his enemies if their weren't any rays of light shining down onto his flesh. Breathing in deeply, he looked toward the hotel and then back at the street again.
And that was when he saw him. Bleached blonde hair, long black leather jacket, and a cigarette blazing in his right hand. Spike. Bizarro had yet to encounter the vampire, but he had heard talk of him through the internet. He wasn't a friendly face. Not at all. Jaw setting, Bizarro turned away from his window and appeared at the foot of the hotel within a matter of seconds. Arms now hanging at his side, he stepped onto the front walkway that led up to the hotel and landed himself directly in Spike's way.
Spike scoffed. "Oh, lookie here. The security detail." Spike had spent a lot of time thinking about how he was going to get Buffy back. Kidnap Dawn, kill children, set a few buildings on fire. They all seemed like they would be more than enough to draw her out into the open, but Spike couldn't bear to sit about and wait for Buffy to decide to get out and at him. He'd go to her this time. And so he did. But Spike wasn't stupid either. He hadn't arrived alone. From somewhere not too far behind him, various shapes stepped out of the shadows. Yellow eyes, bumpy foreheads, and fangs that gleamed whenever they got close to any form of light. Vampires.
"Leave now, vampire," Bizarro said. He was staring Spike down. The other vampires hardly bothered him at all.
Spike tilted his head to the side and smirked. "And miss the party? I don't think so." He stepped back from Bizarro and gestured for his team to advance forward. Three rushed at Bizarro and he calmly waited for them to get closer. Fist flying through the air, Bizarro thrust it straight through the first attacker's gut and yanked out his insides. The vampires jaw dropped in shock before he fell to his knees and Bizarro snapped his neck. Before the dust even managed to sprinkle to the earth, Bizarro set fire to the second vampire with his heat vision and sent the third flying into an unknown destination with a single swipe of his hand.
Spike took a few more steps back after that. He looked slightly intimidated, but he quickly let his features return to their normal state. "So it looks like you've got a few nasty tricks up your sleeve, big boy," he commented. "But a magician only has but so many. And me?" He pointed over his shoulder as more figures began to appear from behind him. "I've got plenty of ammo."